Through The Woods Poem by Paul Reed

The way ahead curved and bent
Through the wizened trunks either side
And with each step secret vista uncoiled
Further distraction with each stride;

The dried and rutted mud path pointed the way
Between bluebell carpet and ancient tree
The harsh call of the wind was persuaded
To blow a soothing leaf-melody;

Across the fields it had made it’s chilling sweep
But in the woods a mere sigh,
It’s tranquil and restful message played
To the song-making birds on high;

And in this place there paced no other feet
To spoil the becalming of our minds,
No other eyes peering out to spy on us
Through the twiggy blinds

Until, at last, we felt absorbed
In this land of sunken roots and steady boughs
At a great depth away from the world
In a stillness that life seldom allows.